The Times

I no longer murmur when I'm stopped
Never drove around with a burner in my lap
Cause I can't meet my end getting murdered by a cop
It's unfortunate I have to live with this burden on my back
It should be a celebration that I'm black
We survived segregation and generations of attacks
We deserve reparations and an expectation to relax
My will is strong but it's the patience that I lack
The nation is stagnant as if we're pacing in our tracks
It's a disgrace and it's a pace we must retract
The white race is in a race to erase us from this space
They want us gone without a trace
So fuck the reform or any form of debate
I wasn't born to conform
I was born to be great
I rather have the weapon in my palm
Read a psalm give me faith